WE GLISTENED
We glistened intermittently. Across huge expanses our hearts apparently had been fluttering. Your gazes gripped several extant forms.
As this millennium seems sure to proceed, I guess and might further guess. Among various fields of poppies people were sitting and were perhaps engaged. Their engagements likely are being authored, etched, outlined, and nearly indefatigably adumbrated.
Truculent had I been of late. I honestly and actually was failing to enjoy certain aspects of being an intermittent sort of glistener. As a fully heroic hero should I have requested a definitely sturdy sandwich? I little might have doubted I would try to interpose a noticeably food-oriented question.
A corruption of connubial bliss was and is busily establishing itself. In several corners may be sitting the various impingers most likely to be fully endowed with wings that might seem to work veritable wonders.
Your dictates and my dictations could eventually coalesce? I haven't been strenuously wondering along such lines. Our main concern always could be in sheer terms of the exquisite nonability with which a vortex and a vocable seem rather likely to encounter each other and then to scoot or skitter off into some dawning moment. I sometimes may guess or imagine I detect that any and all avenues stay blatantly blocked. As persons who either might be parsnips or might be partly parsimonious parsons we may sense at least a few of the losses inherent in full coherency.
Oh -- take my almost final word: I don't get many jokes! The ripest berries might be very present, but absence could be sweeter and ever sweeter. Each day contains much profound mattering.

I hope your engaging over distance soon becomes united rather closer at hand .

Jo x

Dear **Jo**: I stay wedded to dreaming
entirely too packed with weak steaming.
My words form a jumble
that only might mumble ---
as if I won't ever find gleaming.

I hope you are not parsnips, Bruce. Yuk!! Glisten on.

Dear **Eunice**: Few parsnips and I
have met save beneath some lost sky.
I must be a carrot
disguised as a ferret
quite blind to all ham and most rye.

Bruce,
A thought-provoking little essay, for sure.
Your friend,
David Fox

Dear **David**: I gladly rewaddle
straight into the essence of twaddle.
My phrasings soon mingle
to prove something single
few concepts would willingly coddle.